oh the river, oh the river, its running free

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The air was colder. With each passing night, Kierkegaard could feel the drop in temperature. It was as though the entire atmosphere was preparing for the coming winter. As his long legs carried him along the coast, each rolling burst of water from the ocean seemed to spray him in a frigid mist. His ashen pelt was spattered with droplets and salt. The fur along his neck and shoulders stood tall against the cold. Cold weather meant scarcity in prey animals. The Sairensu male knew this better than most. Trying to survive as a loner was both ambitious as well as burdensome. Yet, Kierkegaard had made it close to his fourth year. Another winter would be no more than a blip on his life’s map. Sharp eyes squinted as he caught sight of a golden-hued wolf in pursuit of a rabbit. Narrowing his brows, Kierkegaard lowered his head and continued to press forward along the shoreline. His jack-o-lantern gaze did not leave the richly colored stranger as he closed the distance between them, however. There was something familiar about the other wolf… not as though Kierkegaard knew this wandering male. Their spirits were – perhaps – forged from the same fire.